Page 80 of Bound By A Promise
“I was sensing that by the noises you made. Oh, and by the way your body convulses as you orgasm.” I lifted her chin, bringing her swollen pink lips to mine. “Your dad warned me about your wild streak.”
She cuddled closer. “I told you. We’re married. You’re stuck with me.”
“You’re not wild, Camila. You’re made perfect for me.” I took a breath. “I wasn’t a big fan of the alliance in the beginning.”
“You weren’t?”
I shook my head. “Catalina convinced me more than any of Jorge’s lieutenants or soldiers. But now, I’m so fucking grateful for the alliance. Without it, I’d never have met you.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.” For the first time in days or weeks, my mind was clear. No matter what happened with the cartel or with the famiglia, the woman in my arms was mine.
Mine to protect.
Mine to love.
Mine to die for.
Camila’s voice dripped with sleepiness. “Do you think the cartel will be all right?” She yawned. “I’m worried. That helicopter was brazen. Why would the bratva do that?”
As my wife drifted to sleep, her question repeated in my thoughts. The answer was so close. I just couldn’t see it. Closing my eyes, I fought sleep as I replayed everything that had happened over the last few days.
There was something that Camila said.
Brazen.
Why would the bratva be brazen?
They wouldn’t.
Someone who wanted the cartel to appear weak would.
Fuck, I needed to call Aléjandro.
Chapter
Twenty-Six
Dante
Waiting on the tarmac, I watched as the cartel’s plane landed at a small airport outside Kansas City. With my arms crossed, I leaned against my Aston Martin with a smirk on my face. A light jacket covered my holster and blocked the autumn chill in the air.
The seal on the plane released with a whoosh before the door opened, lowering the stairs. Aléjandro stepped out into the sunlight. Behind sunglasses, he scanned the tarmac, his gaze landing on me.
It had been a week since we’d flown home from San Diego ourselves, and a week since I called my brother-in-law with my theory.
Brazen.
Aléjandro shook his head as he came closer. “Nice car. Not as nice as my Porsche.”
“Ten fucking times better than your Porsche.”
He looked around. “I thought Mia might be here. You know I haven’t seen her in a week.”
“She wanted to come,” I said, getting into the driver’s seat as Aléjandro sat to my right. “I wanted a few minutes before other ears were around.” I glanced in his direction. “What have you learned?”
“The manifest your man found had the Goodins on a plane owned by the same LLC that deposited the five hundred thousand in their bank account. Rei dug into the LLC. Whoever filed for the corporation did their due diligence to hide the true owner. It’s buried under layers of corporations.” He looked in my direction. “Who have you talked to about this?”